Chapter 38: Barking Dog—Those Who Insult the Immortal Lord Must Die; The God of Destruction Is Slain with a Single Palm!
Beside her, although the Snow Empress did not react as exaggeratedly as the Ice Empress, a strange glimmer still flickered within her cold and tranquil eyes.
Admiring the strong was the instinct of all living beings.
Especially for soul beast overlords like them who had fought their way to dominance in the Extreme North. Only absolute power could truly conquer their hearts.
And the scene just now, where Jiang Chen's giant hand stretched across endless space and time, fighting two Immortal Kings alone and clashing head-on against them with invincible dominance, had undoubtedly struck directly at the hearts of these two women.
"Yes…"
The Snow Empress let out a gentle sigh, her voice ethereal and distant.
"Compared to that, the so-called God Kings of our world really do look like children."
"Especially that God of Destruction. He usually struts around arrogantly, yet over there, he was captured like a bug and thrown into a bowl."
Hearing this, the Ice Empress suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hehe, Sister Xue, don't you think the God of Destruction is actually quite lucky?"
"Lucky?" The Snow Empress paused slightly, clearly confused.
"Of course!"
The Ice Empress began counting on her fingers, analyzing seriously.
"Look. Sure, he got captured, which is embarrassing."
"But who captured him? Ye Qingyu!"
"And who is Ye Qingyu? The disciple of that Immortal Lord!"
"So if he was taken into that bowl, doesn't that mean he's being brought back to the Primordial Immortal Court?"
"That's the Primordial Immortal Court!"
At this thought, the Ice Empress's eyes filled with envy.
"That place where even the lowest servants eat spiritual crystal rice, where even pets play with dragon tendons, and where even pigs can become gods!"
"Even if the God of Destruction is a prisoner, just breathing a few breaths of the air there every day, or eating a few scraps of their leftovers, would already be an incredible opportunity!"
"Maybe after a few years in a cage, once he's released, he could poke us to death with a single finger!"
After hearing this bizarre but strangely logical reasoning from the Ice Empress, the Snow Empress was stunned at first.
But soon, she actually fell into deep thought.
After a long while, she nodded seriously.
"Bing'er, you're right."
"Instead of waiting to die in this world where spiritual energy has already withered, waiting for that inevitable heavenly tribulation…"
"It would be better to take a gamble in that world."
"At least…"
The Snow Empress raised her head and looked at the fading chaos aura in the sky screen, longing appearing in her eyes.
"There are true immortals there."
"And everything we pursue."
"If the sky screen chooses me…"
The Snow Empress suddenly smiled.
That smile was like ice and snow melting at the beginning of spring, as if all life were reviving.
"Even if I had to serve as a maid for that Immortal Lord, pouring tea and water for him…"
"Or warming his bed and arranging his bedding…"
"I would still do it willingly."
"After all, being conquered by such a powerful man is itself an incomparable honor, isn't it?"
At the same time, within the Primordial Immortal Court.
Outside the divine hall.
Here, clouds rolled like misty tides, and immortal energy filled the air. Compared to the murderous wasteland of the foreign battlefield earlier, it was like two completely different worlds.
Thud.
Ye Qingyu's entire body was drenched in blood. His originally snow-white hair had been dyed crimson by the blood of a True Immortal.
He did not even bother treating the terrifying blood hole in his chest before heavily kneeling before the tightly closed doors of the divine hall.
Then he raised both hands high, holding the purple-gold alms bowl in his palms. His head was lowered deeply in utmost reverence.
"Disciple Ye Qingyu has completed the mission without disgrace!"
"That otherworldly being has been brought back!"
Inside the divine hall, there was complete silence.
Deep within, Jiang Chen lazily reclined on a soft couch as the pleasant notification sound of the system rang in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully enslaving and capturing the great luck bearer of the Douluo plane: the God of Destruction!]
[Mission completed!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: a Quasi-Immortal Emperor weapon from the Era of Emperor Fall: the Chaos Boundless Bell!]
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: a complete True Dragon Immortal Medicine!]
[Congratulations to the host for gaining 10,000 luck points!]
[Devouring the luck of the Douluo plane... Devour success! The Primordial Immortal Court's golden dragon of luck growth progress +10%!]
Listening to this series of rewards, Jiang Chen nodded slightly.
Especially True Dragon Immortal Medicine. It would be perfect for healing Ye Qingyu's injuries.
As for that so-called God of Destruction…
At this thought, Jiang Chen's divine sense casually swept over the bowl.
Looking at the purple figure inside, who had already been frightened out of his wits and lay limp like decayed mud, a trace of boredom and disgust flashed in his eyes.
Now that the mission was complete and the rewards had been obtained, this ant had lost its final value.
"Throw it out."
Jiang Chen's voice was calm, as if he were dealing with a useless piece of trash.
"A creature like that would only pollute the air of the Immortal Court."
"Yes!"
Outside the hall, a gatekeeping Taoist child who appeared to be only seven or eight years old, with hair tied into twin skyward braids, quickly responded respectfully.
He then trotted over to Ye Qingyu and took the purple-gold bowl.
Inside the bowl.
The God of Destruction, who had been immersed in extreme despair, suddenly felt a strange hope arise when he heard the words "brought back to the Immortal Court."
"They didn't kill me. That terrifying Immortal Lord didn't kill me!"
"Could it be that he has taken a liking to my potential as a God King? Or perhaps he wants to recruit me?"
"That must be it!"
The God of Destruction frantically comforted himself.
"After all, I am the controller of the Law of Destruction. If not for the difference in plane dimensions, even in this world, I would be considered a rare talent!"
"They went through all this trouble to capture me. They must intend to nurture me!"
"As long as I can cling to that Immortal Lord's thigh, what does a little humiliation matter!"
At this moment, the God of Destruction had already begun fantasizing in his mind about being granted a supreme cultivation technique by the Immortal Lord, reversing his fate, and then trampling An Lan and punching Yu Tuo.
However, the next second, the world suddenly spun around him.
The mouth of the purple-gold bowl opened.
A chubby little hand reached in and grabbed his neck like it was catching a stinkbug, pulling him straight out.
"Off you go!"
Without even glancing at him, the Taoist child casually tossed him away.
Wrapped in a tremendous force, the God of Destruction was flung through the air and slammed heavily at the foot of the mountain.
Bang!
With a dull crash, the bones in the God of Destruction's already shattered body suffered further devastation. His entire body collapsed into a pile of flesh, leaving only a faint strand of divine consciousness.
But he had no time to worry about the pain.
Because the psychological blow was simply too great.
From imagining himself soaring to the heavens in a single step to being thrown out like garbage, the humiliation hurt even more than death.
"Bastards! Bastards!"
The God of Destruction lay in the dirt, staring at the lofty mountain gate of the Immortal Court. The resentment buried deep in his heart finally erupted.
"I am a God King of the Douluo world! And you dare humiliate me like this!"
"If you look down on me, why capture me at all!"
"Damn Immortal Court! Damn Immortal Lord! You blind fools…"
His curses were weak, but in the silent mountain foothills, they sounded particularly harsh.
Yet just as he uttered the final half of his insult, the Taoist child who had just turned to leave suddenly stopped.
In the next instant, anger filled the delicate face that looked as if it had been carved from jade.
"Noisy. You dare bark wildly before the mountain gate."
"Those who insult the Immortal Lord must die."
Before the words had even finished, the winds and clouds changed color.
A giant spiritual energy palm covering the sky appeared out of thin air.
Then, under the horrified gazes of the countless people of Douluo Continent, it descended toward the God of Destruction like a hand crushing an ant.
"No!"
Before the God of Destruction could even react, the Taoist child's palm strike had already reduced him to ashes.
His divine soul, the God of Destruction's divine position, and even the traces of his existence were completely erased in that instant.
Nothing remained.
After killing the God of Destruction with a single slap, the Taoist child casually dusted off his hands as if nothing had happened.
"This is the Primordial Immortal Court. It's not a place where any random cats or dogs can bark."
"Tch."
With that, the Taoist child turned and left.
Only the countless living beings of the Douluo Continent remained before the sky screen, completely petrified.
A God King…
Just like that, he was gone?
Killed like a fly by a gatekeeping Taoist child with a casual slap?
At the same time, outside the divine hall.
Ye Qingyu remained kneeling, not even turning his head toward the commotion behind him.
In his eyes, that so-called God of Destruction had always been nothing more than a mission item.
But at this moment, Ye Qingyu's aura had weakened to the extreme.
Forcibly merging with a Dao-proving weapon, severing his own immortal path, and enduring attacks from a True Immortal had left his life force like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Yet he felt no regret.
Only regret that he had failed to kill An Cangtian.
"This disciple is incompetent. I failed to slay the enemy leader. Please punish me, Master."
Ye Qingyu's voice was weak as he kowtowed to the ground.
Creak...
But at that moment, the divine hall doors that had remained closed for countless years slowly began to open.
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